PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

summer storms serenade

your tempest trundling

in a cup

accumulative

has become your complexity

the layers bespeak

strange diversity

yet welcomed flexibility

a once churning eddy of malcontent

and disbelief

a  metamorphic wake

I stand to ponder

have this I achieved

or are you my sleeping prince

awakened with a kiss

smiles

well,

in this case

a poem

perhaps

is a reversal of much personal misfortune

I choose not to question

the necessity 'For Such A Storm Stirred'

I was moved by a fellow poet

and planted in his fertile heart

and there I be

standing up right

healthy and well fed

while slumping a little more over

in my reaching out to get to know

this man who puts words to page

and lures unsuspecting poetesses

such as myself

into surprising places

with all but the

haunting  beauty of

his dark stirring

talk

ah

and like a moth to her

favorite flame

she flew

warm open

appreciative

eager to praise and

give courage

and sustenance

to one who was praying for

just such a reader

to come

savior

am I

no

I'm just a poetess

who has faith access

to a  never dimming light

and in our time thus far

together

you have started to take center stage

must I keep reminding you

though

how much the audience loves you?..................

(Sept. 2. 2009 427am)